Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 219

Magnus Hale

In a second, I feel him approach, his rapid breath burning my skin,

and soon his knees touch the floor behind me. His firm hands grip my

thighs, then my buttocks, exploring with a possession that makes me

shiver.

Suddenly, I feel his tongue at my entrance, exploring my hole with

such hunger. I don’t care about holding back my moans–fuck

whoever is listening, I want him. I need him.

“Adrian… ah, fuck!” The moan escapes raw and involuntary when I

feel his tongue invading me, deep, exploring every part of me.

My hands grip the edge of the table with force, my knuckles turning white. Pleasure courses through me in waves, climbing my spine like

electricity.

He continues to taste me, slow and perverse, his tongue entering,

retreating, and returning with more firmness. My moans grow, echoing through the space, uncontrolled. When I feel his lips descending to my testicles, licking, sucking, I almost lose my breath.

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Suddenly, a finger invades along with the tongue, sliding deep, and a

hoarse moan explodes from my throat.

“F–Fuck…”

Another finger joins in, bolder, more precise, pressing exactly on that

spot that makes my entire body shudder. The pleasure takes over

completely, tearing sounds from me I never thought I’d make.

“Adrian…” My voice comes out almost like a plea, thick with lust and

desperation. “I fucking need you.”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. His silence is as deafening as

my own moans.

I feel him stand up behind me, the heat of his body enveloping me

like a burning prison. His lips touch the back of my neck, spreading

slow kisses that travel down my back.

Between every kiss, a bite. Between every bite, his tongue is sliding,

leaving marks, spreading shivers that make me gasp out loud.

I feel the tip of his hardness brush against me, and my entire body recoils by instinct. Tension lashes through me like a whip, but Adrian’s lips stay on my neck–soft, spreading kisses that dissolve the fear and turn it into something hot, almost addictive.

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He enters me slowly at first, pressing in, and the air vanishes from my lungs. I bite my lips until I taste blood, but then his hand firmly grips my face, turning me, and his mouth falls onto mine. The kiss is calm,

deep, and sensual–an invitation to surrender.

I resist. But only for a moment.

The instant I relax, he takes advantage, pushing deep, all the way, to the hilt. A moan explodes from my throat, muffled against his mouth, and he kisses me deeper, as if he wants to swallow my reaction, as if he wants to drink every sound torn from me.

When he pulls back, I see the insane glint in his eyes before his hands tighten hard around my waist. Then the rhythm begins. Hard. Raw.

Savage.

The table creaks with the impact; my body vibrates with every thrust that rips hoarse, uncontrollable moans from me, stripped of any

pride.

“Fuck, love…” he groans between movements, his breath heavy against my ear. “I never thought you’d take the initiative… You don’t know how happy this makes me. God… you have no idea…”

With every word he speaks, he goes deeper, faster, and more violent.

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Suddenly, Adrian grabs my leg and hoists it up, bracing it firmly on

the table. The shift in angle wrenches a louder moan from me that I

can’t control.

He accelerates. Wild. Every thrust is dead–on and brutal, hitting that

godforsaken spot over and over again until I see stars. The pleasure

builds so fast I feel my body losing itself, surrendering without

defense.

His embrace traps me, as if he wants to fuse me to his own body. I feel

his cock pulsing inside me, every thrust tearing through me with

pleasure.

“A–Adrian…” My cry comes out broken, desperate.

My head falls back, my eyes squeeze shut, and the climax hits me like

a lightning bolt. I moan loudly, collapsing, my cum splashing hot over

the table, making a mess without control.

In the same instant, he bites my shoulder hard, leaving the mark of

his madness engraved on me, and with one final deep movement, he

explodes inside. The heat fills me, throbbing, his panting breath

against my neck mixing with my own ragged air,

The world seems silent for a moment, only the sound of our heavy

breathing echoing in the space.

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